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After a mental breakdown and a stint in a psychiatric hospital Eric P. was provided with ongoing therapy, community support and medication. He soon found his lawfully prescribed medication was in demand by his friends. This is one man's account how he ended up selling his own drugs to make ends meet. 

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Neighborhood Activists Pressure the City of Seattle

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Action- (SEEN) One

Six years old, and placed at the end of a chorus line. I floundered, moved along clumsily, barely recalling the routine established through weeks of rehearsal. I loved to dance (and still do). But it wouldn’t have been detectable then, when I didn’t "own" the dance. My essence lay dormant, divorced from my body, hapless in relation to my young troupe.

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